The 60-Second Sabbath

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  • Transmutation

    The ancient alchemistslong soughtthe philosopher's stone,which could transmutelead into gold. I have found it.It is simply this:kindness. Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • The Slippery Slope

    "Fear not!"announced the angel."Fear not the slippery slope!Strap on those skisand ride." Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • Orthodoxy

    You can get orthodoxyevery week at church. I hope to offer something other,    more,    beyond,    beneath… There exists thatwhich precedes and underpinsthe orthodox;let's find that together.  Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • At Sunset

    I stand barefootat the balcony door,looking outas evening  settles the city. Already the condo has filledwith shadows,some gray, like memory,others darker, like regret. If I am king of this castle,lord of this manor,why do I feel like a squatter,a pretender… Continue reading

  • Simplicity and Innocence

    In the second half of life,there often arisesthe yearning to returnto simplicity and innocence.  Have you felt it?Do you feel it now? It is the yearningto see with wide-open eyesand an equally wide-open heart. That seems to us a paradox:How… Continue reading

  • The Lord’s Prayer, Stanza 6

    Lure,seduce,bewitch us with purity,laughter,clam-happy bliss. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • In the Beginning…

    In the beginningGod exploded,blasting divine matter and energy outwardto form a universe of disjointed fierceness. Since then,God's been gathering back together,all parts slowly (but certainly) returning to Center–the sun, the chair on which you sit,the banana ripening on the counter,and… Continue reading

  • At Night, the Sea

    At night, the sea closes in… Continue reading

  • Dawn in the Garden of Eden

    "My first morning," she says,mostly to herself,mostly to hear her voice again. The rain has stopped.She inhales:so many scents!She can't yet sort them out,but soon she will–animal musk,wet soil,apple blossoms,her own skin… She grins with pleasure,and doing so,startles herself–her first… Continue reading

  • Old at Heart

    As I get older,please don't label me"young at heart." My goal:"old at heart"–much more valuable,way more interesting. Life lived,challenges met,lines on the face of the soul. George Bernard Shaw said,"Life should be lived in crescendo!" Always, always, always more. Text and… Continue reading